"The gods blast it!" Antiochus was bawling.

"The lantern has jolted out!" [156] A finger-guessing game.
To relight it under existing circumstances, in an age when friction matches were unknown, was practically impossible.
"Fellow," said the proconsul's steady voice, "do you know the road to Ariminum ?" The driver answered in his broken Latin that he was the slave of the stable keeper who had let the carriage, and had been often over the road, but to go safely in the dark was more than he could vouch for.
The only thing the German saw to be done was to wait in the road until the morning, or until the moon broke out through the clouds.
"Drusus," remarked the proconsul, "you are the youngest.

Can your eyes make out anything to tell us where we are ?" The young man yawned, shook off his drowsiness, and stared out into the gloomy void.
"I can just make out that to our left are tall trees, and I imagine a thicket." "Very good.

If you can see as much as that here, it is safe to proceed.

Let us change places.